Contending with the likes of Uffie’s delinquent skank-hop or The Teenagers’ kitsch Euro-filth, lately even Madonna’s vagina-heavy promos conjure more edgy revulsion than Peaches’ Spartan electroclash and nastified old-skool rapping; haemorrhaging novelty with every release.

Modification is necessary then for this her fifth album, with James Ford’s opulent craftsmanship enlisted to house her newfound feminine sensitivities. The softer approach begins with the markedly vulnerable ‘Lose You’ and on ‘Talk to me’ we eavesdrop in on the digi-punk tigress as she laments her persona for deterring romance. On the title track, a dejected disco-soul enigma, she might even let Johnny Safety-Word be on top.

It’s difficult to sympathise, though, when you’re facing a transdermal sex-crime everywhere else on the album. Naturally, Peaches is most entertaining when hunting startled man-candy, like on the lecherous ‘Mommy Complex’ and the Soulwax-produced ‘Showstopper’, in which her techno-punk wrath is righteously dispatched. On the Lil’ Kim-mugging ‘Billionaire’ she’s teamed with Yo Majesty’s Shunda K who’s always ready with a unique turn of phrase: “I’m a diamond in the muff/ Big Trouble in Little Mangina”.

All of which has the nutritional value of edible panties but is as hook-ridden and instantly gratifying as is customary for Peaches. When interpolated with diva-glamour and guarded emoting, the result is her most well-rounded offering yet.